Greetings Achaea.

Beatrice, I was never a novice. I may once have been unskilled, in fact
twice, but I was never a novice. As a Priest, I became quite proficient
(more on that later), and then I joined Ashtan as a mage apprentice,
eventually becoming the multi-talented and fabulously wealthy Dwarf
Archmage I am today.

Rivanon, never was a truer word spoke. Mhaldor is at least honest -
novices are scum, worthless creatures that seek to steal our secrets and
in return expect to be looked after! Occasionally, they may mature and
become powerful and worthy of respect, but that is their problem.
I happen to like Mhaldor too, but then that is because of the crack of
flashing whips and the screams of dying slaves and the fact that I can
actually walk up the high street without being glared at for the sheer
temerity of even daring to dirty the cobbles with my mere presence.

The Priests. A fine Guild a century ago and possibly even acceptable
still nowadays. Admittedly, my soul had progressed from innocence to a
certain worldliness and my methods were a little direct. We had a spy in
the Guild and the Guild leaders knew this. Not only that, they knew who
it was, as did I. I was busy having words with him over GT, not very
politely or quietly. Yet this was worthy of a Guild disfavour for only
doing my Priestly duty and confronting foul spies in our honourable
Guild of Light and duty.
What was worse was that the Priest who disfavoured me agreed with what I
was doing and sympathised - but said that this was unacceptable

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 356 AF.